Second Choice

The statement hung in the air, for a bit, no one saying anything. Esther, however, was already cursing herself. Not because Warkan was going to punish her. Of course, her ass throbbing in anticipation of an upcoming spanking, she knew he would. The words hadn't sounded right. She'd intended to come across assertive, challenging. Instead, she'd only managed petulant. Too nasally and whiny by far. No wonder Rylum had still been smiling. If anything, his smirk somehow got... smirkier.

Warkan, on the other hand, appeared mortified. Shown up in front of another Jetroxian by his own slave girl. Addressing Rylum, he tried to explain. "She can be... difficult." Then, worrying he'd only made himself appear weaker, Warkan turned to bluster. "But I know just how to handle that."

He punctuated the statement by grabbing the end of Esther's leash, and taking up the slack to pull her closer. She knew she'd have to go to him. Her only other option was being choked by her collar. Esther would be damned, though, if she did it crawling on the ground. Setting her feet on the floor, she moved to rise off the ground. Rather, she wobbled in a vain attempt to get to her feet. Between the too tall high heels, and the pull on her neck from the leash throwing off her balance, Esther couldn't quite manage it on the first try. How, she wondered, did Signe always make this look so graceful?

Showing his traditional concern for her feelings, Warkan gave the leash an especially harsh tug, actually managing to bring Esther, ass scraping along the floor, a little closer. "Now girl," he commanded impatiently.

Esther shot him her most poisonous look, but the alien was unmoved. Rising to her knees, burning with rage, she started towards him. Another pull on her chain forced Esther to use her hands for balance. For some reason, the worst part was feeling Rylum's eyes on her thighs and bottom. It wasn't that moving this way left her sex on display. Not even the fact that he could probably tell she was wet. Instead, she wondered if he noticed her cellulite. Or took special notice of the way her wide ass jiggled, seemingly on its own, as she crawled to relieve the leash's pressure.

When Esther arrived at his feet, she made to stand up again. Warkan was having none of it, however. Issuing a sharp order for her to "stay," he reached a hand down to grab her breast. A small moan escaped her lips as he massaged her gently. When Warkan took hold of her nipple ring, twisting it between his fingers, though, she cried out: "Ouch."

It was more in surprise than pain. Esther's increased sensitivity since the piercing made seemingly any contact with her nipples electric. "See?" Warkan asked, adopting the tone of a put upon television sitcom husband. "She's a good girl for the most part, but you have to watch her so she doesn't get willful. I'll be sure she gets an especially red ass for this. Only way she learns."

Rylum didn't really appear to be listening. Staring down at Esther, his eyes had a far away look. As if only one thing in the world existed for him. When he finally spoke, his tone was soft, dreamy. "Maybe it's time to try something different."

"Like what?"

"She's got fire, right?"

"Ummm, I guess..." Warkan trailed off.

"If anything, spanking will probably just make her more stubborn." Rylum continued like he hadn't been interrupted. "Use it against her."

"So what?"

"Stop letting her play with herself, for one. I mean, just look at her. She's practically panting. Take charge. It's what she wants. Hell, it's what she needs. Control her desires better, she'd train herself."

Esther hadn't thought she had much dignity left to lose. After all, she was already an exposed, leashed harem girl. She realized, too late though, just how wrong she'd been. Her cheeks blazed in embarrassment, and she prayed the ground would swallow her up. For the first time since her arrival on Jetrox, Esther even found herself wishing for a beating. No question that a sore ass would be preferable to this humiliation.

She accidentally managed to catch Signe's expression. Eyes, warm and nurturing, while even, white teeth smiled back at Esther encouragingly. Bitch. She directed her attention back to the floor. If Esther had watched Rylum instead, however, she would have seen him seem to snap him out of his reverie. The smirk even disappeared. Suddenly bashful, he told Warkan: "Only my opinion, though. Do what you want."

"No," the fatter Jetroxian decided, "it makes sense. A week without touching herself could be just the thing. Rylum just saved that fat ass a spanking, girl. Maybe you should thank him."

Esther didn't bother looking up. Which seemed to be developing into something of a theme for her on Jetrox, since she also wasn't looking up now. At least she wasn't until a sharp jerk on her neck, raised Esther's head in spite of herself. She bit back anger over this latest pull on her leash. It's not like there was anything she could do about it.

Besides, there was nothing strange about feeling the strain against her neck. Warkan always liked holding both girls' leashes tightly while he fucked. It was pretty ridiculous if you asked Esther. Not that anyone ever did. Of course. She really didn't see why she needed to be leashed at all. It's not as if there was any risk she would run off. Even if she tried, where could she go? Tough for a naked human woman to stay inconspicuous on Jetrox. Then again, no one seemed to notice Esther around here, she thought ruefully. She might as well be invisible. So maybe the leash was necessary after all.

As if answering her thought, Warkan gave Esther's chain an especially hard tug, causing her head to snap back again. Signe was getting close. Esther could tell. Her breathing always took on a certain rhythm when she neared orgasm. Esther didn't bother turning around. The image in her head was vivid enough without looking. Golden tresses catching the room's light just so. Clear blue eyes. Bouncing breasts that were a full handful without being too big. Signe always looked like the star of some shampoo commercial, even riding Warkan's stubby cock. Dirty slut. Shame and anger built up one more time. Esther felt moisture on her thigh. She was dripping again.

Esther shifted uncomfortably. She'd been resting on her hip, legs tucked behind her, one hand on the floor for support. It was one of her normal positions. She'd tried them all. She certainly had plenty of time to practice. In the movies, slave girls had to fan their master with a giant leaf. Or at least sit on his lap, feeding him grapes. Warkan, though, had never required such a thing. There were robots for that. Esther had only one job as far as he was concerned. Lying chained beneath him: naked, pierced and eager.

All of which was well and good for him, but required her to spend a lot of time fidgeting to avoid a sore back, a foot falling asleep, or one of any other of a hundred little physical maladies. It seemed like a strange thing to bother her, considering her circumstances, but... Originally, it was even worse. Signe had eventually complained about the hard floor and asked Warkan for a pillow. He took care of it immediately. What a shock. Esther sighed.

He'd only brought one, though, just for Signe. Esther doubted it was any sort of conspiracy to hurt her. More like it never occurred to him to do anything else. Signe, though, accepted the pillow gratefully, and slid it over to Esther in one smooth motion. She then looked up at Warkan with those big blue eyes of hers, and he ordered the robots to procure a second. Signe really was a nice girl. Another sigh. Sharper this time.

The deep breath caused her to shift a little, and she felt a painful sting on her behind. Esther let out a not particularly lady like curse as she rubbed her ass where she'd been pricked. Fucking high heels. It was funny. At least it would be if it happened to someone else. The collar. The leash. The nipple rings. Esther hated her shoes the most.

She felt a twinge of embarrassment as she remembered complaining to Signe about them. The girls always had to be careful when talking to one another. Warkan could be... unpredictable on the issue. Sometimes he tolerated it, or even seemed amused to see his concubines "playing" together. Other times, though, he'd admonish them for not focusing. He actually used that word. Focusing. As if it took some great mental effort to sit around on the end of a chain, waiting to be mounted.

And of course, whom did he blame for this insufficient enthusiasm? Not his golden girl, obviously. Instead it was Esther who got a lecture about "being a bad influence," before being dragged out of the hall by one of his robots. Warkan didn't like hearing her cries as she took the spanking he ordered. "Urghhhh," Signe howled as she and Wakan finished simultaneously. Esther felt the pressure on her neck disappear as the alien dropped both leashes with a satisfied huff.

The only sound in the room was heavy breathing. From all three of them. Although, Esther's panting had a desperate, needy quality to it not shared by the other two's. With a grunt, Warkan disentangled himself from Signe, leaving her on the floor, and pulled up his pants. Stroking her golden hair with one hand, he found Esther's leash with the other and ordered her to come.

Esther rose off her ass, but only far enough to turn around, knees now resting on the floor. She proceeded to shuffle towards Warkan and Signe, both still breathing hard, occasionally using her hands for support. She hadn't even bothered trying to stand this time. It was just easier this way. The heels were always such an adventure, and she really didn't have very far to go. Plus, once she got there, she'd probably have to drop to her knees anyway. So Esther crawled. Trying not to think about it too much.

"Alright girls," Warkan started, "I don't have time to fuck you anymore right now. No matter how tempted I may be."

He punctuated the statement by moving his hand to give Signe's nipple a gentle tweak. She let out a moan of pleasure, as she smiled up at him. Esther contemplated the most painful way possible to kill them both. Warkan, however, went back to stroking Signe's hair as he continued speaking.

"I've decided to have a few people over later. They should be arriving pretty soon. I'm going to get changed into something more presentable. You two are so lucky you don't have to worry about clothes."

Maybe hot lava Esther decided. That seemed like a pretty bad way to go. She wondered if Jetrox had volcanoes. Warkan wrapped both leashes loosely around his chair. Before he left for his room, though, almost as an afterthought, he turned to Esther. "I expect you to behave yourself. Just try to be more like Signe. Your ass will thank you for it."

As he walked away, Signe stood up easily, and took a moment to stretch before making her way to her pillow to sit down. "Don't worry," the Swedish girl attempted to console her, "he's only hard on us because he cares. It's tough, but we just have to look on the bright side. Life could be so much worse."

Esther wondered if Signe would appreciate a Stockholm Syndrome joke. Probably not. She made do with an acknowledging grunt, which seemed suitably non-committal, instead. Neither girl mentioned the upcoming party. Why bother? They'd both been on Jetrox long enough to know the drill. Comfortably dressed aliens bantering over hors d'oeuvres, while Signe and Esther served their own, unique purpose. Being naked, leashed and submissive. Happily reminding the Jetroxians of their own superiority.

When Warkan eventually returned, it wasn't long before his guests began trickling in, and he rose to greet them. Esther found herself watching one of the Jetroxian women. She looked slim. Her outfit wasn't particularly flattering in Esther's opinion, but God she was jealous of it. Esther wasn't even dressed in her dreams these days. She worried she wouldn't remember what clothes felt like soon. It had been so long. Since her first day on Jetrox.

Esther grimaced at the memory, wondering again how she could have been so naïve. The last time she'd had clothes, and she gave them up without even a whimper. Stupid. So fucking stupid. After being transported onto the Jetroxian ship, it hadn't taken long to arrive on their home world. Before Esther even knew what was happening, she found herself, along with Signe, in Warkan's house.

They didn't meet any Jetroxians at first. Instead, they were greeted by a robot. It was quite small, not even coming up to Esther's knees. It spoke in a pleasant, female voice. Siri, Jetroxian style. The robot advised both women that they needed a medical exam, gesturing to a pair of booths. Esther and Signe had just stared initially. Eventually they shrugged shoulders at one another. It sounded reasonable enough. So both women walked into their respective pod.

As the door closed behind Esther, the machine had kicked into action. Lights whirled, but the process was over almost instantly. It wasn't painful. In fact, Esther didn't even realize what had happened until the door opened again. Her clothes were gone. A collar had somehow been fixed on her neck. Most disconcerting of all, though, was her new jewelry. Nipple rings.

Signe, who'd received the same treatment, let out a shocked cry as she attempted to cover herself with her hands. Esther felt the same embarrassment. Only it quickly turned into fury. Looking back now, she realized how silly she must have appeared. Red faced in anger, without a stitch of clothing, yelling at a small robot. How tough could she look with everything on her body visibly jiggling?

Evidently, the machine thought so too, since it ignored her complaints. Instead, the robot proffered two pairs of high heels and ordered Esther and Signe to wear them. Signe was still too shocked by her sudden change in circumstance to muster a response, but not Esther. Fooled once by the phony medical exam, she had no intention of cooperating again.

As Esther colorfully explained her position, however, the robot proved that willing participation was unnecessary. A metal arm extended to grab her. She hadn't run. She hadn't fought. The arm moved too quickly for that. Wrapping itself around Esther's hips, it pulled her to the ground, ass up and facing the machine. No matter how hard she struggled, Esther wasn't able to change her position. She'd known nothing good was going to happen to her like this, but it was Signe who first realized Esther's fate.

She could still remember the horrified expression in the blonde's eyes as the robot extended a second arm. Before Esther could turn her head to see, though, the arm crashed down. On her behind. Hard. She'd had her ass slapped before, but not like this. Not even close. And it wasn't just once. Relentlessly, the merciless mechanical arm slammed against her helpless ass. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Even more than the pain, which had been intense, Esther could remember the sound. It echoed through the whole room. Punctuated by the horrible, chipper, female voice repeating: "Please comply."

What choice had Esther had? Her ass felt like it was on fire. She was crying hysterically, and still the robot continued. Thwack! Thwack! Esther still wondered how she'd managed to push out a coherent sentence agreeing to wear the heels. The attack finally stopped. Both arms retracted back into the machine. Esther, left a blubbering mess, heard its final comment. "Thank you for complying."

She barely remembered Signe helping her to her feet, and both girls slipping on their new shoes. What Esther did remember was her first meeting with an actual Jetroxian. Warkan, in all his stumpy glory, had entered the room. Carrying what Esther had thought at the time was two ropes. If only. After he'd fastened one to each collar, he turned around. He hadn't even said a word.

Instead, Warkan gripped the leashes, and started to walk. Esther and Signe, not that they had a choice, followed behind. Tits bouncing with every step. Two bare asses swaggering thanks to the high heels. One pale, the other bright red, as Warkan led them towards their new life. A new life including being the only chained, naked, "guests" at parties just like this one.

Sometimes, Warkan would just leave them on the ground while he circulated. Today, though, he apparently decided he wanted more. Well, from Signe at least. He grabbed the blonde by her leash, waiting for her to stand before he led her over to a group of Jetroxians Esther didn't recognize. He didn't bother with Esther. Seemingly content with letting her stay where she was, providing ambience as only a bound slave girl can.

It figures, Esther thought darkly. Abandoned again. The hall was filled with laughing Jetroxians. None of who seemed to be taking anything more than a passing interest in her. That figured too. It occurred to Esther that she was the only person in the room not standing. Maybe it was for the best. It's not like she wanted extra attention. Unlike some people she could name...

Esther looked up at Signe. The blonde was holding Warkan's arm, pushing herself tightly against him. Even as he focused on his conversation, he idly stroked her tight little ass. Esther watched his hand slowly crawl down, arriving at its target between Signe's thighs. Warkan's slow, lazy rubbing changed into something quicker, more purposeful. Signe pushed herself against his hand. Welcoming him.

Esther, swallowing jealousy she hated herself for feeling, went back to staring at the floor. Her nipples were so hard they almost hurt. Distracted and miserable, she didn't even see a Jetroxian approach her. She did, however, recognize the voice. "Up you go."

Rylum. Reaching down to grab Esther's arm, he helped her to her feet. He was the first person to touch her besides Warkan since she arrived on Jetrox. That was quickly followed by another new experience. Rylum slipping his coat around her shoulders, leaving Esther covered for the first time in ages. Any close inspection would have instantly revealed her as a human slave girl. The collar was still easily visible. So were miles of bare thigh. But from a distance, wearing the Jetroxian clothing, maybe she could pass. Maybe.

This wasn't a rescue. Esther knew that. She was horny, not stupid. Rylum wanted to possess her. He always had. She would only be trading one alien master for another. It was strange, Esther thought, how calm she was about the whole thing. Coolly assessing her options, like they were happening to someone else. She could yell out right now, and Rylum would be ruined. It was probably the smart move, Esther decided.

Rylum's whole plan was idiotic. He was letting his little head think for his big one. It didn't take a brain surgeon to realize that. There were so many Jetroxians here. Warkan was only twenty feet away for God's sake. Even if she went along with Rylum, they probably wouldn't even make it out of this room. Then what? Maybe she'd be blamed for not resisting. Who knows what new indignities Warkan could dream up. Esther's safest play was to put a stop to this right now.

She didn't even know anything about Rylum when it came down to it. Not really. Maybe he'd be worse than Warkan. So even if by some miracle his spur of the moment snatch and grab worked, Esther would regret going along. The same way she regretted voluntarily walking into that machine her first day on Jetrox. That decision cost Esther her clothes. Her pride. Screw this one up and who could say. She had to get it right.

Esther smiled. She couldn't even remember the last time that happened. It was nice to have a choice. Even if it were only picking the man who would hold her leash while she sucked his dick. Still. It was her choice. Esther's destiny, held in her own hands. She made a decision. Looking into Rylum's eyes, she could sense his impatience, his fraying nerves. He'd taken a terrible risk. Was that a bead of sweat? Her smile went wider. It felt good to be the one doing the smirking. Finally. But she couldn't afford to luxuriate in it. Not how she wanted, at least. Showtime.